Myst wasn’t entirely sure why he was still standing there—next to Cynthia, Graham, and everyone else who’d been in the meeting room. But he had a feeling that walking away now probab...
2025-12-23 21:33:55 +0000 UTC View PostYoung.
About her height.
Surfer blond hair.
William, as he had introduced himself.
She knew him.
Probably.
Cynthia studied the Ranger in front of...
2025-12-08 00:27:54 +0000 UTC View PostEven as the energy from the Teleport faded and Cynthia staggered, she almost instantly realized what was about to happen. And so, with the last dregs of adrenaline scraping through her system, her ...
2025-11-27 18:09:29 +0000 UTC View PostCynthia awoke slowly, her head heavy, dull, and throbbing. It hurt, like she had slept too long, but not in a way that had brought any rest.
“Elekid? Well, Leer, Quick Attack, Thunder Shock...
2025-11-17 18:03:44 +0000 UTC View PostSmall PSA:
When posting the chapter where the ranger speaks, I made a slight edit to his dialogue about the royal guard. Originally, he described them as having ...
2025-11-05 22:52:46 +0000 UTC View PostAt first, Cynthia had focused on the forest. Then, realizing how exposed they were, her hand had dropped—fingertips brushing over the buttons of the Poké Balls hanging from her belt in their exp...
2025-10-25 02:42:22 +0000 UTC View PostShe was never very good at packing.
Not just in the literal sense—she had a terrible habit of just shoving everything into her bag—but in the broader sense as well. Ever since she was a c...
2025-10-14 17:25:33 +0000 UTC View PostOne day after Myst vs Flint.
Luxio let out a roar of pain as Queenie tanked its Bite head-on, only to instantly retaliate with a sweeping Dragon Claw. The blue energ...
2025-10-12 23:43:58 +0000 UTC View PostCynthia knew she should be paying attention. Normally she always did with this kind of thing, because, honestly, what could be more fascinating than a Pokémon battle? Archaeology, history, even le...
2025-09-28 20:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostMyst let his fingers sink into the dense muscle of Rei’s leg, working through the stubborn tension coiled beneath her fur. The little bunny let out a sharp, pained sound, but instead of pulling b...
2025-09-19 23:58:06 +0000 UTC View PostMyst didn’t look up when she wandered over. His pencil moved steadily across the page of his notebook, as if he hadn’t noticed her return—until his hand suddenly stilled. He lifted his head, ...
2025-08-29 00:54:22 +0000 UTC View PostFlint’s expression froze at Myst’s outstretched hand, the easy energy he’d been radiating cooling a notch. He took it slowly, then gave it a shake.
“Flint—and you are Cynthia’s…...
2025-08-18 04:06:46 +0000 UTC View Post“How far do you think it is until we reach the halfway house again?” Cynthia asked, glancing towards Johanna.
Johanna shrugged.
“Probably an hour, maybe two. Not really sure. I ca...
2025-08-03 17:53:34 +0000 UTC View PostStaring down at the egg, Cynthia could honestly say she had no idea why she’d felt so uneasy about it earlier. They’d avoided talking about it for over a week, and in hindsight, that felt a lit...
2025-07-22 23:28:11 +0000 UTC View PostCynthia had a problem.
Or, well, maybe calling it a problem was a bit of a misnomer. That made it sound trivial, like an overcooked dinner. This was… not that. She stole a glance to her sid...
2025-07-14 01:59:28 +0000 UTC View PostHonestly, Cynthia had expected the hardest part of the day to be asking Johanna. Not because she thought it would be embarrassing, she had a pretty strong feeling Johanna wanted to join them anyway...
2025-07-07 23:41:56 +0000 UTC View PostCompared to just two days ago, the arena felt practically deserted, and the faint echo of his footsteps on the rocky walkway only seemed to emphasized that. Even the small crowd that had gathered t...
2025-07-02 23:34:36 +0000 UTC View PostCynthia let out a sigh as her number one fan stared up at her with wide, pleading eyes, more like a scolded Eevee than a kid asking for a favor.
“No.” she said flatly, her imm...
2025-06-30 16:51:28 +0000 UTC View PostAt Myst’s words, the kids' heads snapped toward them, and Cynthia’s hand, midway to Queenie’s Pokéball, froze in midair. Neither of them looked physically hurt, not a scratch on their clothe...
2025-06-22 14:36:25 +0000 UTC View PostThat had been telepathy.
There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind.
Cynthia snapped her gaze toward Myst, but he had already turned to face the caves, eyes narrowed in thought. Apparent...
2025-06-13 22:36:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe voice that rang out over the stadium barely snapped Myst out of his spiralling thoughts. He jerked his head toward the darkness where the sound had come from, blinking as his mind scrambled for...
2025-06-08 20:01:11 +0000 UTC View PostTook longer than expected, but I’m done with the rewrites. If you're trying to figure out what changed, focus on chapters 24 (where Cynthia talks about how Pokemon get stronger), 28 (where Cynthi...
2025-06-05 20:15:42 +0000 UTC View PostDouble sorry to you guys. I can't really make any excuses, except I think the story will be better for it.
This was originally written for Spacebattles, but, of course, applies to every p...
2025-06-02 16:55:59 +0000 UTC View PostCynthia forced her smile down as Johanna giggled beside her again. As much as she wanted to bask in the glow of someone asking for her autograph, she still needed to focus. So she simply rolled her...
2025-06-01 13:44:49 +0000 UTC View PostAs she walked down the stairs to start another day, Cynthia let her gaze drift across the Pokémon Center’s lobby. Mornings were usually quiet, most trainers had a tendency to sleep in. Give teen...
2025-05-27 21:48:45 +0000 UTC View PostShe didn’t usually train with Myst.
Sure, they trained at the same time, but they usually ended up in separate corners, each absorbed in their own routines and focused on their own...
2025-05-24 00:27:04 +0000 UTC View Post“So, you’re the wildling my granddaughter’s been traveling with, huh?” her grandmother asked, aiming a fry at Myst like it was a spear.
Myst stiffened, blinking at the accusation disg...
2025-05-20 16:27:54 +0000 UTC View PostSince Cynthia had left the city with her first badge nearly two months ago, Oreburgh hadn’t changed much.
It still looked more like a mining outpost than a proper city. Most of the building...
2025-05-17 01:23:59 +0000 UTC View PostHalf an hour ago, when Cynthia had slotted her rented bike into its dock and locked it with a decisive click, all she’d felt was relief. Cycling Road had always been one of those places she’d d...
2025-05-13 00:17:11 +0000 UTC View PostIt was almost odd, how normal it felt to wake up the next day.
Maybe it was because she’d actually slept well. Maybe it was because she’d spent the day quietly sorting everything into nea...
2025-05-11 12:17:59 +0000 UTC View Post